Postpone Not Your Life.

The House Praises The Carpenter.

There Is No Prosperity, Trade, Art, City, Or Great Material Wealth Of Any Kind, But If You Trace It Home, You Will Find It Rooted In A Thought Of Some Individual Man.

Shall We Then Judge A Country By The Majority, Or By The Minority? By The Minority, Surely.

Rhodora! If The Sages Ask Thee Why This Charm Is Wasted On The Earth And Sky, Tell Them, Dear, That If Eyes Were Made For Seeing, Then Beauty Is Its Own Excuse For Being.

A Sect Or Party Is An Elegant Incognito Devised To Save A Man From The Vexation Of Thinking.